Page 65 of Gunner
I wanted to see him suffer.
Chapter 27
Kade
It wasn’t hard to getSkeeter to follow me away from the warehouse on the back of the Death Hounds property. He had just unloaded the last of three crates of weapons into our armory building and was getting ready to leave. Smokey had already driven away on his bike, leaving Skeeter and his pickup parked outside the armory.
How could he trust that man alone on our property?
How could he set the club up with the feds?
I wasn’t going to get the answers from Smokey or Bullet, so Skeeter would have to tell me what the fuck was going on. When I approached, he seemed jittery, and I could see how strung out he was. His face was sunken in, he had pockmarks across his cheeks, indicating meth was his drug of choice, and he smelled like he hadn’t showered in days or longer.
“Hey, man. It’s Skeeter, right?” He nodded and relaxed slightly as I approached him. Skid was waiting for me in the wood line, and I tried to keep my posture relaxed when I spoke. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How’s things been?”
I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered him one before lighting the tip of mine and inhaling deeply. He sucked down the smoke and blew a huge plume into the sky before responding. “I’m surviving. It’s good to see you back. They said you had some kind of a breakdown or something. Tough break.”
I fought the urge to snap his neck and leave him on the ground for the vultures to pick clean, but I needed answers. Clenching my fist behind my back, I shrugged and replied, “They thought I was doing too much blow and sampling the ladies too much. I thought we were an MC, not a knitting circle, but they told me to get my head screwed on straight. Of course, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
He stepped closer and looked around like someone was listening before he asked, “You got anything on you?”
“There’s a hunting cabin I keep my stash in. I was headed over there when I saw you. You’re welcome to join me. There are a few ladies who planned to join me. More than enough pussy to go around.” I smirked, and his eyes grew wide as he smiled.
Adjusting his dick in his pants, his eagerness was clear as he responded, “Lead the way.”
I knocked the fire off my cigarette and placed the filter in my pocket, not wanting to leave any trace I was here. Skeeter fell in step with me, and when we were about thirty feet into the trees, Skid stepped out from behind a tree and knocked Skeeter on the back of the head, just like they did with Sadie. His eyes grew wide in panic from his position on the ground, and in a matter of moments, Skid and I had his wrists bound with rope in front of him and a gag shoved into his mouth.
I didn’t need to hear him beg or plead to be released. I knew Sadie had begged them to stop, and they didn’t, so no matter how hard he cried, I wouldn’t show him mercy. Skid tugged the rope as we walked him further into the property. The good thing about where our property was situated was the back side of the thick woods was a nature preserve with thousands of acres of hardy trees and steep ravines to hide a body.
I turned at one point to check how far they were behind me, and I thought I saw someone behind us in the distance. Stopping, I looked and saw no one following, so we pushed on. What we were doing out here was no one’s business, and if they couldn’t find a body, there wasn’t a crime. After twenty minutes of traversing narrow paths and thick, dense trees, we came to a small clearing under an old oak tree. Skid dragged Skeeter to the tree and tied him to the trunk with the heavy ropes.
Stepping in front of him, we stood with our arms crossed over our chests, staring at Skeeter as he begged from behind his gag. Muffled words of mercy for release were filtering into the woods, and with each word, I could see Skid growing angrier and angrier. He saw the immediate aftermath of Skeeter’s actions and lived with Sadie’s fear for years. As much as I wanted to be the one to end him, if Skid wanted the honor, I would give it to him gladly.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked Skid, keeping my voice low enough Skeeter couldn’t understand me.
Skid gave me one sharp nod, and I stepped up to Skeeter, pulling the gag from his mouth. He coughed once before raising his eyes to mine, and the words spilled from his lips. “What the hell, Gunner? Let me go and we’ll forget all about this.”
